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Character: Rose Lalonde / tentacleTherapist
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Character Age: 13
Canon: If you’ve ever thought computer games were all harmless child’s play, think again -- when four online friends obtain copies of a game called Sburb, the world they know comes to a screeching halt and they find themselves communing with twelve trolls in another universe in attempts to win the game and survive. Along the way the kids utilize time shenanigans and reality-altering magic as they race the clock against doomed odds. Each player in the game is assigned a heroic role they must grow into, giving each character their own coming-of-age story as they face the trials Sburb has to offer.
Rose Lalonde is the “straight man” to her friends’ colorful antics. Sarcastic, cynical, and blunt, she is well-read and well-spoken for her age but often baffles her friends with her long-winded explanations and big words. She is quick to discard the notion of ‘playing by the rules of the game’ and exhibits her own brands of bravery and recklessness. Rose also has a fondness for strange beasts, wizards, and knitting, and is prone to psychoanalyzing the people she meets...with diagnosis based on what she’s read on Wikipedia, of course. Despite her snarky attitude, there is a loyal and kind friend beneath her icy surface, and she often cares more than she is willing to let on -- and in some cases, more than she’s even aware of herself.
The characters mainly communicate through chat clients known as Pesterchum and Trollian. True to her character, Rose’s typing “quirk” is to use perfect grammar and syntax in purple font, and her chumhandle is tentacleTherapist.
Sample Post:
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering Marcy at 10:25 --
TT: Marcy, wasn't it?
TT: My sincerest apologies; it's not like me to keep a patient waiting.
TT: As a veteran resident, I'm sure you can vouch for the countless distractions wandering the plains unchecked.
TT: If you must know, I received a message from one "Ben Dover" that we might call an SOS.
TT: I would have thought it an elaborate prank, given the unfortunate moniker and a certain friend’s peculiar fascination with 'puppet ass' the likes of which Freud would have a field day with, but the intricate prose found therein is nothing I have come to expect from him.
TT: (Perhaps it was the distinct lack of ‘sick beats’ and so-called ironic quips that clued me in, but it was more likely the nigh-unintelligible handwriting characteristic of Camp’s carnivorous citizens of the cadaverous caste.)
TT: No, Marcy, in the end it turned out that Mr. Dover's name had attracted him some unwanted attention from a rather libidinous breed of squirrel.
TT: I advised him to seek a new title.
TT: One less comically erotic.
TT: But I digress. We're here to talk about you, not my quaint venture into a chummy consultation, and I’m sure that you must have caught a glimpse anyway, with that impressive vantage point from atop your silo.
TT: As an unusually broad cephalopod trapped upon the head of a tall metal pillar, it must be impossible to roam beyond your realm of immediate reach.
TT: Hm. Interesting. A quick search of Camp's internet reveals that your previous home was a Louisiana swamp.
TT: Unexpected displacement from one's habitat is often a source of malignant stress.
TT: Tell me, Marcy, do you intend to spend the rest of your days perched up there?
TT: I'm hardly one to criticize solitary hobbies but I am certain the number of complaints the Director has received regarding undesired advances from Lovecraftian horrors would decrease if you took up something new.
TT: May I suggest knitting?
TT: As winter approaches, I cannot praise enough the benefits of mittens -- one for each tentacle.
TT: And with less complaints, Marcy, I suspect your isolation might cease, as well as your severe case of anxiety and flagrant disregard for personal space.
TT: A win-win situation for all.
TT: I would be happy to return at your behest should you ever wish to discuss your new and unfamiliar feelings that are certain to arise in this new flowering of your youth.
TT: In the meantime, you can repay the favor by passing my regards along to the Director -- with a very humble request to kindly keep her pets at bay.
TT: I shudder to think of the consequences these impassioned advances could have on my fragile young psyche.
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering Marcy --
Character: Rose Lalonde / tentacleTherapist
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Character Age: 13
Canon: If you’ve ever thought computer games were all harmless child’s play, think again -- when four online friends obtain copies of a game called Sburb, the world they know comes to a screeching halt and they find themselves communing with twelve trolls in another universe in attempts to win the game and survive. Along the way the kids utilize time shenanigans and reality-altering magic as they race the clock against doomed odds. Each player in the game is assigned a heroic role they must grow into, giving each character their own coming-of-age story as they face the trials Sburb has to offer.
Rose Lalonde is the “straight man” to her friends’ colorful antics. Sarcastic, cynical, and blunt, she is well-read and well-spoken for her age but often baffles her friends with her long-winded explanations and big words. She is quick to discard the notion of ‘playing by the rules of the game’ and exhibits her own brands of bravery and recklessness. Rose also has a fondness for strange beasts, wizards, and knitting, and is prone to psychoanalyzing the people she meets...with diagnosis based on what she’s read on Wikipedia, of course. Despite her snarky attitude, there is a loyal and kind friend beneath her icy surface, and she often cares more than she is willing to let on -- and in some cases, more than she’s even aware of herself.
The characters mainly communicate through chat clients known as Pesterchum and Trollian. True to her character, Rose’s typing “quirk” is to use perfect grammar and syntax in purple font, and her chumhandle is tentacleTherapist.
Sample Post:
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering Marcy at 10:25 --
TT: Marcy, wasn't it?
TT: My sincerest apologies; it's not like me to keep a patient waiting.
TT: As a veteran resident, I'm sure you can vouch for the countless distractions wandering the plains unchecked.
TT: If you must know, I received a message from one "Ben Dover" that we might call an SOS.
TT: I would have thought it an elaborate prank, given the unfortunate moniker and a certain friend’s peculiar fascination with 'puppet ass' the likes of which Freud would have a field day with, but the intricate prose found therein is nothing I have come to expect from him.
TT: (Perhaps it was the distinct lack of ‘sick beats’ and so-called ironic quips that clued me in, but it was more likely the nigh-unintelligible handwriting characteristic of Camp’s carnivorous citizens of the cadaverous caste.)
TT: No, Marcy, in the end it turned out that Mr. Dover's name had attracted him some unwanted attention from a rather libidinous breed of squirrel.
TT: I advised him to seek a new title.
TT: One less comically erotic.
TT: But I digress. We're here to talk about you, not my quaint venture into a chummy consultation, and I’m sure that you must have caught a glimpse anyway, with that impressive vantage point from atop your silo.
TT: As an unusually broad cephalopod trapped upon the head of a tall metal pillar, it must be impossible to roam beyond your realm of immediate reach.
TT: Hm. Interesting. A quick search of Camp's internet reveals that your previous home was a Louisiana swamp.
TT: Unexpected displacement from one's habitat is often a source of malignant stress.
TT: Tell me, Marcy, do you intend to spend the rest of your days perched up there?
TT: I'm hardly one to criticize solitary hobbies but I am certain the number of complaints the Director has received regarding undesired advances from Lovecraftian horrors would decrease if you took up something new.
TT: May I suggest knitting?
TT: As winter approaches, I cannot praise enough the benefits of mittens -- one for each tentacle.
TT: And with less complaints, Marcy, I suspect your isolation might cease, as well as your severe case of anxiety and flagrant disregard for personal space.
TT: A win-win situation for all.
TT: I would be happy to return at your behest should you ever wish to discuss your new and unfamiliar feelings that are certain to arise in this new flowering of your youth.
TT: In the meantime, you can repay the favor by passing my regards along to the Director -- with a very humble request to kindly keep her pets at bay.
TT: I shudder to think of the consequences these impassioned advances could have on my fragile young psyche.
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering Marcy --